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It is a known phenomenon that Whistles who are jailed or otherwise confined may have peculiar dreams.
This one seems to have a lady with wings in it.
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autokinetic
self_composed
Stella, meanwhile, leads Sue on a merry chase. Their flying power's the same, so their speed is equal, but her reaction time's better; she's the zigzagging antelope to his sprinting cheetah.
Laughing, he finds Alice's mind and gives it a push.
edgeofyourseat
Well aren't you a little surprise, he pushes back, and cheerfully lets Sue direct him on a coordinated mission of capture.
self_composed
Well, Alice can keep up with Stella in both reaction time and flight speed. But she's got a head start.
(But she won't really mind if he catches her.)
(But she won't really mind if he catches her.)
edgeofyourseat
Two against one. On the other hand, Stella can read Alice's mind.
Except that as information bounces back and forth faster and faster between him and Sue, the summary of his thoughts scrolling through her visual field accelerates to blurring speed.
Except that as information bounces back and forth faster and faster between him and Sue, the summary of his thoughts scrolling through her visual field accelerates to blurring speed.
And Sue's reaction time catches up to both of them.
self_composed
"What kinda brain steroids are you feeding my boyfriend, Sue?" laughs Stella, turning the race into a straightaway where her head start will keep her at the front regardless of anyone's mental horsepower unless Alice starts cheating with extra coins or teleportation.
...Hang on, isn't that the same lake they flew over on the way out?
self_composed
It does look that way.
"Fucking Milliways," Stella mutters to herself.
"Fucking Milliways," Stella mutters to herself.
Sue laughs.
And halts over the lake, sending Alice to continue chasing his girlfriend.
And halts over the lake, sending Alice to continue chasing his girlfriend.
self_composed
Stella decides to go up, and get a better look at the bar's outside that is apparently self-contiguous like that.
The lake is surrounded by three things: the Milliways building itself, a huge forest, and a small mountain range off in the distance.
The higher she goes, the more stubbornly indistinct these three features become. The forest seems to go on forever; the mountains refuse to let her peek over them; the building retreats into a concealing fog like a distant landmark in a video game.
The higher she goes, the more stubbornly indistinct these three features become. The forest seems to go on forever; the mountains refuse to let her peek over them; the building retreats into a concealing fog like a distant landmark in a video game.
self_composed
Well then.
She dives into the forest and starts weaving through trees. They'll cut visibility enough to be to her advantage, and while she's now outmatched in processing speed, she can still go at maximum flightspeed through an obtacle course like this.
She dives into the forest and starts weaving through trees. They'll cut visibility enough to be to her advantage, and while she's now outmatched in processing speed, she can still go at maximum flightspeed through an obtacle course like this.
edgeofyourseat
The direction change from ascent to dive is enough for Alice to catch up significantly. With Sue directing him, he tracks Stella's progress from above the canopy, and that's enough to get him closer still. But his occasional forays down to her level don't do him any good in closing the final gap.
self_composed
[Remember playing hide-and-seek in Karachi?] asks Stella fondly.
self_composed
[I love you too.]
The race becomes tiresome after a while. Stella teleports to just millimeters behind Alice with matched speed and throws her arms around him and plants a kiss on the back of his neck. [Call it a draw?] she suggests.
The race becomes tiresome after a while. Stella teleports to just millimeters behind Alice with matched speed and throws her arms around him and plants a kiss on the back of his neck. [Call it a draw?] she suggests.
Sue giggles to himself.
And then... he wakes up.
The brig continues to be completely boring. Maybe he should try going back to sleep. That was one hell of a dream.
And then... he wakes up.
The brig continues to be completely boring. Maybe he should try going back to sleep. That was one hell of a dream.
autokinetic
He's not in solitary. When Aegis is up again - and excused from practice for the next three days - she walks at a doctor-ordered sedate pace to visit him.
"Hi, Sue," she says through the forcefield. It's not unlike the one that separates the corridors from the battleroom entrances.
"Hi, Sue," she says through the forcefield. It's not unlike the one that separates the corridors from the battleroom entrances.
"Hi!" he says. "I just had the most amazing dream. I met two grown-up-ish versions of you and they had a room where all the yous could hang out and write each other notes about stuff. One you was an angel and the other one was an empress. And they were both dating grown-up versions of me. Then we all played tag in midair."
autokinetic
"That is a very weird dream," comments Aegis. "I'm supposed to make a full recovery, skip the battleroom for a few days, and Nina can now only palm into one of the girls' bathrooms so I'm just going to use the other one."
"Good," he says. "Is it okay?"
"Using the bathroom she can't get to."